This depression

Soothes my boredom

And seeps into the cracks in the walls

Into the floorboards,

It fills up my time.

With the excuse for this great lot of repetition

And blank existence

This dull procedure that we go through.

Waking up and eating

Scrubbing the dirt out of my hair.

Maybe chatting with the girl I live with.

Going into work 15 minutes late.

Picking up some paper towels at rite aid on the way home.

Doing the dishes.